Day One: Part 1

[Gilgamesh]

The incessant Pony would not stop blabbering on about his day and his past and it was really rather tiresome. Gilgamesh had to survive a week...with this thing. Gilgamesh was carrying the small thing and he just about wanted to kick the shit out of it and rip it’s stuffing out. Deadpony was lucky that he was The King’s only asset...for now. The walk was extensive and his search for those that defied him had proved to no results. They were lucky that they had not run into the King and his MIGHTY DEADPONY!

A white fuzzy dream, Gilgamesh imagined fighting the white haired-dark man. The pathetic mongrel attempting to shoot energy at him to no avail. Gilgamesh would chuckle ass the butt of Ea hit the mongrel his the face as he unleashed his Enuma Elish. The King maniacally laughing as he unleashed his power against the rabid dog. The feel of Ea spinning in his hands and gathering power as it would unmake the being. The singed flesh steaming from his body as Gilgamesh would get on top of the beast and suffocate it with his Deadpony. It would scream ”Die Fucker!” as the last breathe of the man had escaped his lips and his chest fell down one last time. The satisfying feeling he would get from ending the pathetic man’s life and continuing his reign free of pests.

“You sick fuck…” He broke out of his trance to look at the Deadpony who looked at him with fear. Almost as if he just had saw the King’s fantasies... “I did see that fucking sick dream of yours you sick fuck, oh and by the way I wouldn’t say ‘Die Fucker.’ The pony turned it’s head away from the King and grumbled. “It would be a cool ass pun.” The pony grumbled some more and gave a pouty face and the King couldn’t help but smile at the vulgar innocence that this pony had. The little shit was beginning to grow on him.

The King patted the pony on the head and rubbed it’s nice, soft fur and Deadpony turned to look at him. His selfish heart was touched for a moment, before Deadpony bit the King’s hand and forced him to drop to the floor. “Don’t fucking pet me you creep.” The King recoiled in pain and he glared at the prancing, animated stuffed animal that was prancing along happily. Gilgamesh’s hand was red, swollen, and really really hurt. Who knew that ponies could be so violent?

“Why you little mongrel, come here before I rip your stuffing out of your throat!” The King snarled at the stuffed animal, who acted as if nothing happened at all. Damn pony always manages to invoke my ire. The two managed to walk into a dense forest before the King’s stomach growled. Gilgamesh looked down with fear at his stomach, was there a monster that lurk there?

Deadpony began to break out in laughter as the King looked around with frightened curiousity. “What is this?” His stomach continued to roar at the King and he stopped.

“That’s called hunger your highness. It’s when you haven’t eaten in a while, your stomach begins to rumble inside.” Gilgamesh mouthed the word “hunger” in confusion as the Pony couldn’t help but mock the King. “Oh you pompous rich kids and your bratty selves.” The King glared at the pony once more as he sat down and opened his duffel bag. He scanned through the bag to look for food while the Pony rolled his eyes and the King’s stomach let out another growl.

“You’re going to want an MRE, even though you wouldn’t want an MRE.” The pony couldn’t help laugh at his own quip as the King found the plastic bag full of food ready to eat. His face was conflicted between relief and disgust as he peeled the plastic and saw a stale looking piece of bread and mundane cheese spread. He looked around for a knife but saw none and he realized the implications of Deadpony’s statement. He regretfully wiped some of the cheese onto the bread with his finger and carefully took a bite of the putrid bile. His tongue made contact with the bread and he gagged, this was definitely what he didn’t think about when he was put on an island to fight to the death. It was the worst fear he could ever imagine. He had to feed....himself!

“DUN DUN DUN!” Gilgamesh shot a death stare at Deadpony before stuffing the entire thing down his mouth trying not to taste a thing. He wiped his tongue on his hand trying to get the stale, pathetic taste out of his mouth, making a pronounced “Bleh” sound. He shook his head as he realized he had to do this for a week, almost making him not want to do this...alas but it was too late.

A branch cracked in the distance and Gilgamesh shot off the ground and onto his feet with Deadpony alert at his side. “I may think your a bitch but you’re the only bitch I got. Let’s kick this guy’s ass!” He looked around the dense forest as the dark sky gave way to tidbits of sunshine. The navy blue sky turning into a lighter hue and the peaceful scenery possibly turning into red.

The King had a solemn look on his face as the man Jon Snow exited the dense forest with his weapon of choice and the King felt relief and a grin came to his face. “Greetings Jon Snow, I-” More branches broke underneath someone else’s pressure and the pair looked down to see a woman, in all purple with black hair.

“Help me please, I am no threat.” Jon went to go help her but Gilgamesh snarkily scoffed. He turned around to see Gilgamesh gazing upon his nails and glance back up to Jon.

“We have no use for injured players, besides we will have to kill her anyways.”

The King’s red stare intimidated Jon. “My Liege, this woman is in danger and if she requests help and presents no threat we must help her.” His eyes pleaded into the King's but to no sign of sympathy or compassion, however he closed his eyes and turned away.

"Very well." Jon Snow smiled and bowed his head before attempting to run towards the woman. Gilgamesh grabbed his shirt and brought him close to his face. "However, when the time comes it is you who will need to end this woman. I am not in the mood for toying with my enemies." Jon gulped rather loudly before nodding in confirmation.

"How do you know this woman will be our enemy? She could be a friend just like I was. We need to give her a chance." Jon continued to be compassionate, which had no affect on the King's stern heart. He waved him off and the woodsman was to go about to retrieve her.

“You know nothing Jon Snow!” Deadpony spoke from the ground and Jon shot a concerned and panicked to Gilgamesh before running to go help the woman. Deadpony looked at the King with a face of disappointment. “Did I say it wrong?”